BleachersA Poem by Patrick McCombs
Couldn't sleep. Watched the sun rise
It was no surprise When you showed up With a big coffee cup We were sitting on the bleachers Imitating nocturnal creatures Your eyes flared I think you were scared That I wasn't sleeping That some problem was creeping From the background to the foreground Without a notice or sound And I wasn't telling you. Because I refused to believe it was true © 2013 Patrick McCombs |
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Added on June 6, 2013 Last Updated on June 6, 2013 Author
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